Tag: God

it’s time to jump

I only jumped one time. That was enough. When I take my mind back to that moment, I can still feel the fear. I saw others jump with ease, and go right back for more. I knew I could swim. I knew that the… Continue Reading “it’s time to jump”

for you i pray

I wanted to tie 2012 up in a nice bow, bid it a fond goodbye, wax poetic about lessons learned and new beginnings and such. But my heart keeps turning away from all of that, bidding my mind to stop chattering long enough to… Continue Reading “for you i pray”

2:00 a.m. and my heart is full

My little office/prayer room. Couch, cozy blanket. Candles burning, filling the room with the smell of cinnamon. Bibles, books and journals spilled out onto the couch. (All Sons and Daughters are singing Called Me Higher. Makes me close my eyes and sway to the sound.)… Continue Reading “2:00 a.m. and my heart is full”

from inside the wreck

The car isn’t moving anymore. I wonder why. I push on the gas pedal, but the car won’t move. My head hurts. I hear voices, someone yelling, someone off to my left is crying/screaming. A woman is at my window, telling me to stay… Continue Reading “from inside the wreck”

i drank from a garden hose and it doesn’t matter

“One generation will commend Your works to another…” I am part of the generation who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. Free love that was never really free. An anti-war generation that rallied for peace while fighting an internal war by escaping down… Continue Reading “i drank from a garden hose and it doesn’t matter”

holy moments

I spent some time in worship the other night, alone in my living room with my (current) favorite worship songs, and the book of Revelation. Holy moments with God. Here is what it looked like as I wrote in my journal –  “Majestic. Holy.… Continue Reading “holy moments”

the mourners

The word mourning is primarily used for the loss of a loved one through death. I have mourned the death of my mother, my grandfather, and my brother. I watched my dad mourn the loss of my mother, and the look of absolute lostness… Continue Reading “the mourners”

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